Текст и перевод песни BAP - Verdamp Lang Her (Vollkölsche Version - Edit)

Verdamp Lang Her (Vollkölsche Version - Edit)

Verdamp lang her, dat ich fast alles ähnz nohm.
Verdamp lang her, dat ich ahn jet jejläuv
Un dann dä Schock, wie et anders op mich zokohm,
Merkwürdich, wo su manche Haas langläuf.
Nit resigniert, nur reichlich desillusioniert.
E bessje jet hann ich kapiert.
Wer alles, wenn dir et klapp, hinger dir herrennt,
Ding Schulder klopp, wer dich nit all hofiert,
Sich ohne ruut ze weede dinge Fründ nennt
Un dich daachs drop janz einfach ignoriert.
Et ess lang her, dat ich vüür sujet ratlos stund
Un vüür Enttäuschung echt nit mieh kunnt.
Ich weiß noch, wie ich nur dovun gedräump hann,
Wovunn ich nit woss, wie ich et sööke sollt,
Vüür lauter Söökerei et Finge jlatt versäump hann
Un övverhaup, wat ich wo finge wollt.
Ne Kopp voll nix, nur die paar instinktive Tricks.
Et duhrt lang, besste dich durchblicks.
Dat woor die Zick, wo ich noch nit ens Pech hat.
Noch nit ens dat, ich hatt se nit ens satt.
He woor John Steinbeck, do stund Joseph Conrad,
Dozwesche ich, nur relativ schachmatt.
Et ess paar Johr her, doch die Erinnerung fällt nit schwer.
Hück kütt mer vüür, als wenn et jestern wöör.
Verdamp lang her, verdamp lang. Verdamp lang her.
Frööchs mich, wann ich zoletz e Bild jemohlt hann,
Ob mir e Leed tatsächlich jetz jenüsch,
Ob ich jetz do benn, wo ich hinjewollt hann,
Ob mir ming Färv op die Tour nit verdrüsch.
Ich jläuv, ich weiß, ob du nu laut mohls oder leis,
Et kütt drop ahn, dat du et deiß.
Verdamp lang her, verdamp lang. Verdamp lang her.
Verdamp lang her, dat ich bei dir ahm Jraav woor
Verdamp lang her, dat mir jesprochen hann,
Un dat vum eine och jet beim andere ahnkohm,
Su lang, dat ich mich kaum erinnre kann.
Häss fess jejläuv, dat wer em Himmel op dich waat,
"Ich jönn et dir", hann ich jesaat.

A Damned Long Time Ago (Completely Colognian Version - Edit)

A damned long time ago, almost everything still suited me.
A damned long time ago, I believed in everything
And then the shock, how everything came at me differently,
Remarkable, where some resentment can run deep.
Not resigned, only thoroughly disillusioned,
I've figured some things out.
Whoever trails after you when you're successful,
Claps you on the shoulder, whoever doesn't flatter you,
Calls themselves your friend without flinching
And ignores you the next day.
It's been ages since I stood helpless before such people
And could no longer stand disappointment.
I still remember how I just dreamt of,
What I didn't know how to look for,
In all the searching I completely missed the point
And what I wanted to find in the first place.
A head full of nothing, only a few instinctive tricks.
It takes a long time to see through yourself.
That was the time when I didn't even have bad luck.
Not even that, I didn't even have enough of it.
Here was John Steinbeck, there was Joseph Conrad,
In between me, only relatively checkmated.
It's been a few years, but the memory is easy to recall.
Today it seems to me as if it were yesterday.
A damned long time ago, a damned long time ago. A damned long time ago.
I wonder when I last painted a picture,
If a song really satisfies me now,
If I'm where I wanted to go now,
If my color hasn't faded on this tour.
I think I know, whether you paint loudly or quietly,
It depends on whether you can do it.
A damned long time ago, a damned long time ago. A damned long time ago.
A damned long time ago, that I was at your grave
A damned long time ago, that we talked,
And something came from one to the other,
So long ago that I can hardly remember.
I firmly believed that someone was waiting for you in heaven,
"I gönnen it to you," I said.